Ghost energy filled the sky, covering the clouds and the sun. A middle-aged man with hair tied back stood in the sky. Black lines slowly appeared on his face, making him look like an evil ghost had come to the world.
"Old Devil Cui, it's been more than a thousand years. You are already old and frail, and I am in my prime. Let's see how you can stop me! It's time to understand the grudges from thousands of years ago!"
With a sharp shout, the ghostly aura filled the sky, mixed with the middle-aged man's true energy, and turned into a ghost claw that stretched for miles, protruding from the ghostly aura that turned into black clouds high in the sky.
The ghost claws stretched out, and a single green eye in the palm emitted bursts of malice that soared into the sky, turning into ripples and heading straight into the eyes of the crazy ancestor.
The crazy ancestor stood blankly in the air, letting the malice pour into his eyes and into his soul.
In just one short breath, the crazy ancestor's empty eyes disappeared, his pupils regained focus, their light flashed, and murderous intent spurted out.
Just the murderous intention directly crushed the evil intention of the ghost claws rushing into the soul.
The confused and dull expression on his face slowly turned into a ferocious look, and there was a hint of a crazy and weird smile at the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man opposite him looked shocked, his eyes trembled, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.
He remembered that when he was young, he had survived at the hands of the Crazy Ancestor, but that was not because he was strong enough, but because he was too weak at that time, so weak that the high-spirited Crazy Ancestor did not even bother to kill him.
At that time, the crazy ancestor also looked like this.
He lowered his head slightly, with a mocking and disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes drooped slightly, and only half of his eyeballs could be seen. Looking down at him, it was like looking at an ant that could be easily crushed to death...
Just seeing this look, the fear in the middle-aged man's heart could not help but emerge, and then turned into uncontrollable anger, turning into flames from his body, rushing straight to his forehead, almost overwhelming his reason.
"Mysterious!"
With a sharp shout, the middle-aged human body turned into divine light, soared into the sky, and merged with the one-eyed ghost claw. In the blink of an eye, the power of the ghost claw increased several times, and the overwhelming malice and hatred in the single eye, together with the ghost claw,
, rolling down, the divine light mixed with black and green, spiraling into a tornado, instantly enveloped the Crazy Ancestor.
The crazy ancestor had a trace of madness on his face, and he slowly raised his head, with a trace of indifferent disdain in his eyes, and murmured to himself.
"I remember, isn't this the poor guy who knelt down and begged for mercy? This kind of thing has no right to die in my hands..."
The crazy ancestor slowly stretched out a hand and gently touched it upward.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the divine light turned into an escaping wave of light and disappeared into the horizon in an instant. The air wave rolled and tried to press down below, but it seemed to have encountered an invisible obstacle. It rolled and spread out on both sides, bursts of
The sound of sonic boom mixed with false electricity, crackling and dissipating...
After a dozen breaths, everything calmed down, the ghost energy that turned into black clouds dissipated, the air waves disappeared, and the divine light collapsed...
In mid-air, the Crazy Ancestor raised his right hand and placed a palm against it. On his palm, a huge one-eyed ghost claw that was as big as a mile was firmly blocked.
"Some progress has been made." Crazy Ancestor nodded, praised, and slowly retracted his hand.
But Ghost Claw was still frozen there.
"Click..."
A crack appears...
"Click... click..."
Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the ghost claw, including the one-eye, like ice-cracked porcelain, covered with irregular cracks.
Just a gust of breeze blew by, and the ghost claws turned into powder and floated away silently, while the middle-aged man's face was like a white paper, and he fell from it...
The Crazy Ancestor reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck with one hand, holding him in his hand just like the Yinni beast before.
It was calm and the battle ended just as it started...
The middle-aged man is as popular as a gossamer, and his eyes are filled with the despair of falling into the abyss.
"Old Demon Cui, if you want to kill, just kill him!"
However, the crazy ancestor stood there like this for a long time, and the concentrated look in his eyes slowly faded away again. He stood in mid-air with a confused face, holding the seriously injured middle-aged man in his hand, and murmuring with confusion on his face.
"Who is this? Why am I pinching him? Oh, I remembered. I have to go out to grab something and make soup for Mingzhe. The resources within the door are not enough..."
When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes almost popped out. They were blood-red, and his face was so distorted that he was about to explode.
"Old Demon Cui, if you want to kill me, kill me. Don't humiliate me like this. If you have the ability, just kill me!"
"Crack..." The Crazy Ancestor exerted force in his hands and pinched his cervical vertebrae. His true energy swam away and completely controlled him in an instant, leaving him no chance to self-destruct.
"I have to go back and make soup for Mingzhe..."
The Crazy Ancestor carried the middle-aged man who was still half-breathed, and after looking around for a long time, he found the traces left by the red ghost in mid-air, and he unconsciously followed those traces.
The middle-aged man tilted his head and was about to cry out of frustration. Once again, Old Demon Cui didn't even kill him. He didn't understand why.
More than a thousand years have passed, and Old Demon Cui has long been old and frail, and his fighting power is far inferior to before. Why is he stronger now than in his heyday? It's unreasonable.
The eyes of the ghost in the ghost's hand are of no use to him. He relies on his physical body to force the ghost's hand into a head-to-head fight until it bites him back.
This is humiliation, humiliation that comes from crushing.
From an ant that was not qualified to die in his hands, after thousands of years, he has advanced to two great realms, but he is only qualified to use it as ingredients to make soup for his apprentice...
He couldn't take a breath, and the middle-aged man was not crushed to death. Instead, he fainted from suffocation.
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Thousands of miles away, the whole body looked like a skinned red ghost. After flying a certain distance on a white jade boat, he met someone from the Underworld Demon Sect on a remote road back to the Netherworld Holy Sect...
The red ghost finally escaped and lured those people away...
After turning around and coming back, the red ghost bared his teeth, turned around and glanced at the cabin of the white jade boat. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a layer of ghostly aura enveloped the entire white jade boat. Then he opened his mouth and turned into a giant mouth that was more than ten feet tall.
Kissed and swallowed it in one gulp.
Then the red ghost looked left and right, looking for a possible breakout direction. When he saw the direction of the black forest sea, the red ghost thought for a moment, turned into a red divine light, fell into the dense forest below, and moved close to the ground toward the black forest sea.
go.
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In the Black Forest Sea, Qin Yang walked through the dense forest, feeling the yin energy around him getting heavier and heavier, and his spirit became slightly uplifted, which proved that the place of imprint was not far away.
This journey has been extremely smooth.
When they were about to arrive near the nest, the aura of the Yintan beast was released. All the poisonous insects, snakes and ants along the way fled after hearing the wind. After walking for several days, Qin Yang didn't even see two living insects.
The more smoothly the journey went, the more Qin Yang felt that his goal might not go so smoothly...
Sure enough, as we moved forward, the vegetation became less and less, and the yin became heavier and heavier, so that when the sky was blue and white, the sky here was still gray, with no sunlight at all, and no scorching heat from the sun.
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A barren black mountain, only the mist transformed by the rich Yin Qi lingers in it. In a place with such heavy Yin Qi, not even a ghost can be seen.
After taking a look at the Yinni beast, Qin Yang knew that his guess was correct. This kind of salted fish-like guy would never bother to go anywhere else until the grass beside his nest was eaten. In other places, when the Yin Qi dissipates, even
There is almost no Yin Qi during the day, which is extremely uncomfortable for Yinni beasts.
"Now that we have arrived at your territory, don't say you don't know anything. That person is Haili's senior. Since you are so afraid of the sacred cow, you naturally don't dare to eat his soul, and you may not attack him in a sneak attack.
If you can break his skin, if he dies here, you will definitely know where the body is?"
The Yintan beast raised its two heads, with a trace of impatience in its eyes.
"It's been many years. How could I remember? How would I know if I didn't look for it? Now that I think about it, he definitely didn't die here, otherwise the dead cow wouldn't have come looking for him."
"In an environment rich in Yin Qi, there are enough ghosts for you to eat all you want." Qin Yang replied expressionlessly. Seeing that the Yin Ni beast was unreliable, he added: "If you eat slower, the ghosts there will
In ten thousand years, it will be impossible to see ghosts like here."
"Okay, don't worry, I will definitely help you find it, as long as he really comes to my place..."
The Yintan Beast put its head down, weighed the pros and cons, and decisively gave up the idea of fighting Qin Yang.
"But I can tell you, I don't remember such a person coming here."
"With that senior's strength, plus Hei Li's talent and secret technique, it is not difficult to hide it from you." Qin Yang felt that this place can be said to be the nearest cathode land after entering the Black Forest Sea from the west.
The probability of a Haili senior coming to take a spin is very high.
"I'm going to go around here. As long as I've been here before, I'll know where he went." The Yintan Beast picked up its energy and began to lead Qin Yang in a carpet search within its territory...
Qin Yang sighed secretly, when did he find such a large territory...
Forget it, now we can only look for a needle in a haystack. If it is so easy to find, how could Haili's people not come looking for him when they know where the senior has gone...
Moreover, when I think about it, the place where the senior died must be unusual...
After searching for three days, we went all the way deep into the territory of the Yinzi beast.
During the boring search, Qin Yang suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. After much effort, he finally flew into the air under the pressure here and looked far away.
Then dozens of miles away, a dark mountaintop was emitting fire. It looked like it was a volcano.
"Hey, what's there? There's a volcano here?"
The Yinni beast glanced sideways at Qin Yang, twitching the corners of his mouth and sneering with eyes full of laughter.
"This is a place of yin, but not a place of yin. The yin generates yang, and the extremes of things must reverse themselves. Don't you understand?"
Qin Yang patted his head and his eyes lit up.
"Yes, I almost forgot. This place of the Yin Pole, a place thousands of miles away, was once home to thousands of ghosts. Now all the ghosts have dissipated, and the Yin Qi is no longer consumed. The Yin Pole generates Yang, and there is
Wherever the yang eye is located here, the yin energy is stronger, and the yang energy in the yang eye will be even better..."
Originally, there were countless ghosts here. The existence of ghosts would consume the Yin Qi, just like monks consume spiritual energy. The Yin Qi here would be continuously produced, coming from the earth's Qi. Normally, it would never be exhausted.
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But there are fewer and fewer ghosts, and the balance that has been reached a long time ago is broken. The cathode is too strong, but it is limited here, and it will inevitably lead to the end of things turning against each other.
"Hey, keep looking. Anyway, it's hard for a strong person who is very special to you to admit his mistake. You are extremely talented, so you can't go wrong. However, I can't help you by following you. I'll go first.
Let me help you resolve some of the yang energy here..."
Without saying a word, Qin Yang went straight to the volcano where Yang Qi was erupting, without waiting for the Yinni beast to say anything.
When we arrived at the crater, what was flowing inside was not magma, but a liquid that emitted a golden-red light. Hot Yang Qi was constantly erupting from the crater.
Just standing here, Qin Yang felt that his body was about to burn. So far, this was the limit.
Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the crater, Qin Yang took out the cauldron left by his crazy ancestor, took a sip of the thick soup, immediately surrounded himself in the strong yang energy, and began to practice the Sea Burial Marrow Cultivation Code...
As for the Yinni Beast, dozens of miles apart, feeling the Yang Qi there, it was quite uncomfortable. After thinking about it, Qin Yang was right.
It's better to let Qin Yang be of some use to weaken the yang energy there, and then look for it yourself. Anyway, it can't be found in a day or two...
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Just when Qin Yang was overjoyed to accidentally stumble upon a place rich in yang energy...
In the southwest corner of the Black Forest Sea, a man with a face full of vicissitudes of life and tired eyes entered the Black Forest Sea, carrying a woman with an aura and extremely weak vitality, wearing a wedding dress.
Isn't he the infatuated man Qin Yang met at the city gate before?
Others are not surprised when they see the crazy man and stay away from him. As long as they don't provoke him, the crazy man never causes trouble and doesn't bother to pay attention to other people.
The infatuated man sped along the familiar road and ran toward the northeast.
Three days later, I saw a mummy lying on the roadside in the forest. The infatuated man continued to move forward without squinting.
However, after the infatuated man had walked no more than a few dozen feet, a wisp of red ghost energy flew out from the mummy and headed straight for the woman carried on the infatuated man's back.
The infatuated man turned around, the fatigue on his face seemed to dissipate in an instant, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged. He pointed his right hands together as swords, and slashed out a dark black sword energy in the air, cutting on the wisp of ghost energy, strangulating the ghost energy cleanly.
net.
However, this is not over yet. After the sword energy cuts through, it is as if the environment here has been replicated again, turning into two people on the left and right.
Half black and half white.
The world was rapidly dividing, but in the blink of an eye, at the end of the two divided worlds, a red ghost appeared...
Thousands of miles away, the red ghost who had just fought a fierce battle with a fierce creature in the black forest sea was on his way, but he felt a warning sign in his heart.
Looking back, I saw that the scene behind me suddenly lost its luster, as if it were copied into two black and white figures, separated on the left and right, and a dark black sword energy struck at the head.
The red ghost screamed in surprise, and one of his arms was broken off at shoulder level.
At this time, all the visions disappeared.
The red ghost grabbed his arm, his eyes trembling in shock. On the wound of the broken arm, a layer of deep sword energy was entrenched, making it impossible to connect.
"Sword cultivator? Where did the sword cultivator come from? Where did the Underworld Demon Sect come from?"
After looking left and right, after a few inspections, the red ghost was frightened and angry, but also confused. He had no idea when he had inexplicably provoked a terrifying swordsman who could kill him with a sword from a distance.
"What a terrifying sword energy. It cuts off the Yin and Yang Road. When did the Southern Barbarians have such a terrifying sword cultivator..." The frightened red ghost crossed his arms and ran away in a hurry.
On the other side, the man with a vicissitudes of life and white hair in his hair did not even look at the result of the sword. He gently supported the woman on her back, reached out to grab her hand, and continued to look at her.
Look ahead and embark on the journey.
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A few days later, the red ghost, who had lost an arm, was running through the dense forest, feeling the increasingly heavy oppression here, and sniffed his nose.